Olho de Vidro

The brown color hides me
The blue silences me
If the green startles me
It's because its brightness spreads

I was born from the dark womb
With a lot of fear of space
And I seek space without fear and without fatigue
Only the morning consoles me
When sadness speaks to me

Hanging by a thread of things
That are not worth a gesture
That are not certainties
That do not make an act

I am in a night, a specter
I am a suffocation of desires
And my chest is haunted
By the imprisonment of the word

This smoke burning
In these glass eyes of mine
I let it burn

I am in a night, a specter
I am a suffocation of desires
And my chest is haunted
By the forgiveness of the word

This suicidal scream of mine
Eating away at the entrails
I let it burn

I am in a night, a specter
I am a suffocation of desires
And my chest is haunted
By the imprisonment of the word

This smoke burning
In these glass eyes of mine
I let it burn